Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Lu Hanfan knew that Steward Xu was a good servant, and if this kind of thing hadn't been really helpless, he would never disobey Mo Ziqi. He patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and said, "Don't worry, I will Proper."

"You follow my plan and nothing will happen. I'll go up now to have a look. I haven't seen him for two years. I still don't know what he looks like. Will he grow hairy? Has he become a savage? Or Wearing Taoist robes or something, exorcising ghosts?"

"Master Lu..." Butler Xu shouted helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I got it, I'm going up." Lu Hanfan knew that Butler Xu couldn't take a joke, so he stopped teasing him, turned around and walked upstairs.

Just don't look at his calm and calm appearance, but in fact, only he himself knows how nervous he is.

It has been two years since the last time I saw Mo Ziqi. After the unhappiness broke up that time, he always wanted to come, but because he knew he couldn't be persuaded, he simply didn't want to be out of sight and out of mind. come again.

Now finally came the day when he had to take this step, and only then did he know what it means to be close to home and feel timid.

He, Lu Hanfan, is not a person with rich feelings. He even knows how weak his feelings are. However, it is because of his weak feelings that he cares so much about this cousin who grew up with him.

And I don't want him to ruin himself because of the accident five years ago.

Lu Hanfan walked to the door with heavy steps, looked at the tightly closed door, raised his head, and knocked lightly. There was a crisp knock on the door. He knew that the people inside could hear it, but inside People don't respond to him.

And he didn't intend to wait for him to give him any reaction.

He just knocked three times and waited for ten seconds. After feeling that the people inside really wouldn't give him any response, he raised his voice and said to the people inside: "Ziqi, I'm Lu Hanfan, I'm coming in."

"..." There was still no sound in the room, and there was no reaction.

Lu Hanfan sighed, lowered his head and took out the key he had prepared long ago from his pocket, and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, there was a strong smell of ink, so strong that it was almost pungent.

The whole room was full of messy things, yellow paper, cinnabar, ink, and five elements and eight trigrams... almost filled the whole room, and the tall and thin figure was sitting with his back facing him, sitting on the ground with a brush in his hand, He kept writing and drawing, chanting words in his mouth.

This is Mo Ziqi, Mo Ziqi five years later.

Lu Hanfan was ready the moment he came in, but when he actually came in and saw the thin figure from his back, he still received quite a shock, the shock almost made his throat sore .

He lowered his head, let out a few breaths, and stepped in after making sure that his emotions had eased.

He knew how much the man inside cared about those yellow papers full of characters, so when he came in, he would deliberately avoid those yellow papers, try not to step on them, and avoid arousing the man's sensitive nerves.

With my soul, the soul of calling...

Lu Hanfan's eyelids twitched when he saw the weird incantations, all in cursive script. If this kind of spiritualism was really useful, there wouldn't be so many people dying.

He couldn't figure it out, how could his cousin believe in such absurd things?